My sister, Libby, and I are planners. I’m not sure if we popped out of our mom this way, or it’s a mutant reaction to my mom's favorite lunch, which consists solely of Cheetos.

In June, Libby called with the perfect idea: Disney World with just our kids and parents the first week of December. I employed my faith and planned the whole trip down to the last detail. If your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme, so I made 18 advanced meal reservations, a hotel reservation, and coordinated flights from three cities into Orlando. We can fly, we can fly, we can fly!

Libby said, “I can’t help plan. I’ll get too invested, and then it will break my heart if we don’t go.”

“No matter how you’re heart is grieving, if you keep on believing - the dream that you wish will come true,” I said.

My dad couldn’t abide a whole week of spontaneous singing.

“Can't there be some happiness for you?” I said (to the tune of Not in Nottingham).

“Not in Disneyland,” said my father, who likes to think of himself as “The Sheriff.” So he decided to go to a bored meeting in New York instead.

But my mother, she liked the idea. “I hear they have Cheetos in Disney World,” she said.

Like a bolt out of the blue, Fate stepped in and saw us through.

Today, I spent 25 minutes on the phone with my mother as she sang parts of Disney songs to me. She wanted me to add, "Wouldn't you think I'm the girl, the girl who has everything" somewhere.

I said, "I don't reprimand my mother. Bright old woman, sick of bouillon, ready to ride The Tower of Terror!"

Since our fairy-god-parents granted our wish, our planning can only be described as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun. Some days Libby calls me five times. Some days I call her seven. We've pared down to the bare necessities of eight well thought out meal reservations, and a touring plan that will take us just around the river bend. Everyday the plan gets a little better. Culminating in a beautiful night where love goes on and on.

Libby, thanks for taking over the brunt of the planning. Mom and Dad, thank you so much for taking us to Disney World. Regardless of how the trip goes, the bonding we’ve had over the planning will bless our relationships into the eternities. We feel like we could fly . . . have you ever seen the grass so green or a bluer sky? We love you!